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...

Another tentative whimper.

The ping ping sound is extraordinarily soft.

Shen Qiu finally determined that he was really reborn as a fox.

Thinking of not being able to speak for decades, the little fox's eyes suddenly dimmed, and his head fell into the cage.

“Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Heaven, the earth ...

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